two four nine

24 June 2014

        Bad weather light in the window, grey, low-key illumination Silence. The clock needs new batteries. Bathroom, wash and comb the hair. Unruly, slept wet headed from last nights shower, Window open, listen to the birds.

        They sing, rising and falling, an American pop song. 'I'm a happy girl, in a happy world".

The catlight candle memorial is still burning, that is a great candle, it burns for two days solid.

Cat routine is terminated.

        Wait.

        sons helmet on the floor in the middle of the hallway. Not very tidy.

So what.

        Streets are dampening with the first drops of what may turn out to be the first rainy day in months. So it seems A forgotten light is on in the church side entrance, a brick gothic thing grown out of gone centuries and growing into more modern gothic fantasy's conceptions. The building site is now advertising for the new stops in construction, the new entertainment.

        good morning at the bus stop, bright and sprightly today. 'Allis as usual, even  that exsquary  hairy smoker. Yunus Yorma is inefficient and over friendly today.

But the coffee is fine..

People are in a mighty hurry to board the train today. Fintitokforemestitohovewtettenneat. First, to be foremost, to have a better seat. Just habit,

maybe, 

Squish or he squished. a certain amount of  prophylactic squishing too.

        Squish the other first, before he even thinks of sqishing me.

        The train rolls through a green landscape, waking up in the raain, soaking it up.

Plants thriving.